Clearly, it did not like to bargain.
For so many years, almost no one dared to bargain with this Evil God.
Power, fame, disaster, misfortune—all such things, but if granted, are all graces of the deity, and mortals have no right to refuse.
But the person in front of him was not an ordinary mortal.
And his current divine body had yet to awaken, his grand plan unfinished.
This young but strong demigod body, once it submits, will be his sharpest divine sword.
"What condition?" the Evil Baby asked in a dark tone.
Mo Hua said: "I have a big appetite and eat a lot."
The Evil Baby recalled for a moment, and then said indifferently, "No matter, under my command are countless demon monsters, you may devour them as you please."
Mo Hua shook his head, "My appetite has grown now, they no longer interest me. If you want me to submit to you, you must slice off some divine marrow every day, so I can eat my fill."
Upon hearing this, the Evil Baby grew enraged, and the surrounding atmosphere instantly became extremely oppressive.
Cut off the divine marrow?
What audacity!
This person is audaciously wicked and utterly unworthy of "being subdued."
The Evil Baby’s hideous hand stretched, intending to summon the Evil God Demon Statue again to suppress Mo Hua, and then refine him to death bit by bit.
But unknowingly, Mo Hua had already raised his hand, saying quietly:
"Kill!"
Before the words faded, the killing formation surged.
Taking advantage of the conversation, Mo Hua had long since gathered his divine thought, prepared, and as the Evil Baby was filled with rage and heedlessness, suddenly attacked, manifesting the Li Mountain Fire Cremation Compound Formation that integrated trap and kill.
Mountains and stones rose, transforming into a cage.
Li Fire burned the mountain, flames as vast as the sea.
The Evil Baby was strong and could not be battled for long. To kill the enemy in one blow, Mo Hua held nothing back.
The compound formation, born of his immense divine thought, incinerated the entire altar realm, the flames vast and mighty, annihilating everything.
And as the flames stopped, the figure of the Evil Baby slowly emerged.
Its body was covered in charred spots, black blood mingling with black ash, wounds everywhere.
Its body, charred by the formidable power of the formation, became extremely hideous, and its gaze was filled with extreme anger.
This was a great disrespect, a great humiliation!
His divine soul must be cast into the three thousand great hells, tormented by karmic fire, devoured by demon monsters, to taste endless pain for all eternity!
"Your formation is indeed not weak, but do you think this is enough to kill me?"
The Evil Baby’s voice, due to anger, became fierce and cruel.
"Of course not..."
Mo Hua’s crisp voice rang out.
The Evil Baby was stunned, quickly turning its head, only to see Mo Hua had somehow appeared behind it, his eyes shining with brilliant golden light.
"This is..."
Chill spread in the Evil Baby’s heart.
"Soul-Shocking Sword!"
Mo Hua said softly.
Then the intense golden sword qi surged around him, weaving into a massive Sword Prison behind him.
The Sword Prison was stern and the sword qi sharp.
In an instant of the Evil Baby’s daze, it found itself trapped within the Sword Prison, hundreds and thousands of majestic sword lights slicing its divine body inch by inch.
Fear infiltrated its heart.
It wanted to struggle but couldn’t muster the courage to resist, as if its sins were so great that it should willingly offer its neck to the sword.
Taking advantage of the momentary chaos in the Evil Baby’s divine soul, Mo Hua condensed his right hand, forming a golden ancient short sword with "Transforming Sword Skill."
With the short sword in hand, he approached the Evil Baby, gripping the neck of this just-hatched "Divine Fetus" of the Master of the Great Wilderness, and with a flash of golden light, pierced its skull with one sword strike.